Love and pity for the erring would be felt and witnessed there.

Strife and jealousy would vanish; love be felt that works no ill;

Peace, sweet peace, and joy and gladness, would each home and bosom fill.

Love Not the World.

Love not the world, trust not its joys; uncertain is their stay;

Its treasures I’ve so highly prized, on wings have flown away.

Its riches I would not recall, their loss would not deplore;

Content I’ll be if but my Lord salvation’s joys restore.

Nature inclines us all to seek, a rich and grand career;

Undue attachment will but make our losses more severe.

Hardly we know how much we love our friends and things below,

Till called to see them one by one from our possession go.

How often then the stricken heart deplores no comfort left,

Forgetting we have blessings still, of which we’re not bereft.

Let houses, lands and splendor go, surroundings all upset,

If home is where we’ve friends to love, and friends to love us yet.

With such a home, no matter where, how unadorned the place,

If but my Lord’s, he’ll visit there, and with his presence grace.

Thus consecrated to the Lord, his glory will be there.

How blest the place where oft is heard the voice of praise and prayer.

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